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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chocolate Cake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love chocolate cake.<br>And when I was a boy<br>I loved it even more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes we used to have it for tea<br>and Mum used to say,<br>'If there's any left over<br>you can have it to take to school<br>tomorrow to have at playtime.'<br>And the next day I would take it to school<br>wrapped up in tin foil<br>open it up at playtime<br>and sit in the corner of the playground<br>eating it,<br>you know how the icing on top<br>is all shiny and it cracks as you<br>bite into it,<br>and there's that other kind of icing in<br>the middle<br>and it sticks to your hands and you<br>can lick your fingers<br>and lick your lips<br>oh it's lovely.<br>yeah.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anyway,<br>once we had this chocolate cake for tea<br>and later I went to bed<br>but while I was in bed<br>I found myself waking up<br>licking my lips<br>and smiling.<br>I woke up proper.<br>'The chocolate cake.'<br>It was the first thing<br>1 thought of.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could almost see it<br>so I thought,<br>what if I go downstairs<br>and have a little nibble, yeah?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was all dark<br>everyone was in bed<br>so it must have been really late<br>but I got out of bed,<br>crept out of the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there's always a creaky floorboard, isn't there?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past Mum and Dad's room,<br>careful not to tread on bits of broken toys<br>or bits of Lego<br>you know what it's like treading on Lego<br>with your bare feet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yowwww<br>shhhhhhh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">downstairs <br>into the kitchen<br>open the cupboard<br>and there it is<br>all shining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I take it out of the cupboard<br>put it on the table<br>and I see that<br>there's a few crumbs lying about on the plate,<br>so I lick my finger and run my finger all over the crumbs<br>scooping them up<br>and put them into my mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">oooooooommmmmmmmm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then<br>I look again<br>and on one side where it's been cut,<br>it's all crumbly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I take a knife<br>I think I'll just tidy that up a bit,<br>cut off the crumbly bits<br>scoop them all up<br>and into the mouth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">oooooommm mmmm<br>nice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at the cake again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That looks a bit funny now,<br>one side doesn't match the other<br>I'll just even it up a bit, eh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take the knife<br>and slice.<br>This time the knife makes a little cracky noise<br>as it goes through that hard icing on top.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A whole slice this time,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into the mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh the icing on top<br>and the icing in the middle<br>ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now<br>I can't stop myself<br>Knife -<br>1 just take any old slice at it<br>and I've got this great big chunk<br>and I'm cramming it in<br>what a greedy pig<br>but it's so nice,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there's another<br>and another and I'm squealing and I'm smacking my lips<br>and I'm stuffing myself with it<br>and<br>before I know<br>I've eaten the lot.<br>The whole lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look at the plate.<br>It's all gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh no<br>they're bound to notice, aren't they,<br>a whole chocolate cake doesn't just disappear<br>does it?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What shall 1 do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know. I'll wash the plate up,<br>and the knife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and put them away and maybe no one<br>will notice, eh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I do that<br>and creep creep creep<br>back to bed<br>into bed<br>doze off<br>licking my lips<br>with a lovely feeling in my belly.<br>Mmmmrnmmmmm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the morning I get up,<br>downstairs,<br>have breakfast,<br>Mum's saying,<br>'Have you got your dinner money?'<br>and I say,<br>'Yes.'<br>'And don't forget to take some chocolate cake with you.'<br>I stopped breathing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What's the matter,' she says,<br>'you normally jump at chocolate cake?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm still not breathing,<br>and she's looking at me very closely now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's looking at me just below my mouth.<br>'What's that?' she says.<br>'What's what?' I say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What's that there?'<br>'Where?'<br>'There,' she says, pointing at my chin.<br>'I don't know,' I say.<br>'It looks like chocolate,' she says.<br>'It's not chocolate is it?'<br>No answer.<br>'Is it?'<br>'I don't know.'<br>She goes to the cupboard<br>looks in, up, top, middle, bottom,<br>turns back to me.<br>'It's gone.<br>It's gone.<br>You haven't eaten it, have you?'<br>'I don't know.'<br>'You don't know. You don't know if you've eaten a whole<br>chocolate cake or not?<br>When? When did you eat it?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I told her,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she said<br>well what could she say?<br>'That's the last time I give you any cake to take<br>to school.<br>Now go. Get out<br>no wait<br>not before you've washed your dirty sticky face.'<br>I went upstairs<br>looked in the mirror<br>and there it was,<br>just below my mouth,<br>a chocolate smudge.<br>The give-away.<br>Maybe she'll forget about it by next week.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Rosen">Michael Rosen</a><div class=q>
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And when I was a boy
I loved it even more.

Sometimes we used to have it for tea
and Mum used to say,
'If there's any left over
you can have it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
And the next day I would take i..."></div>
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